Re: Wolf whistle
While on tour and preparing to leave Golden Spike National Monument after the Loveland convention, two carloads of elderly women pull into the parking lot. I sat and watched from afar as the women struggled to get their walkers out of the trunks of their cars and got ready to go into the visitor center. They were obviously some pretty stout old birds, and, in their day I'm sure they garnered a lot more attention then I was paying to them now in this desolate northern Utah prairie. As I fired up the sedan I knew instinctively that they were not part of any MeToo movement and would probably welcome the attention by me, my trusted Wolf Whistle, and years of experience in such matters. I circled the lot and made my approach front-on for maximum effect and as we met simultaneously at the visitor center entrance I let go with a perfectly executed call. All 5 women burst into laughter and I heard one brag to her mates that she got a lot of those as a young woman.
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